Chapter One

They’re treating me like a real
criminal, I can see that now.Surely
they can tell I’m not a real criminal.

They
need to come and talk to me, listen to my reasons.

They’ll
understand then.

I
didn’t want this.The situation drove me
to it – fight or flight.They need to
hear what I have to say, then they’ll get that I’m not a bad person.I’m not a bad person.I have to remind myself of that whilst I’m
surrounded in the remnants of this room’s previous tenants.The walls are etched with the tags of the
lucky ones who got something sharp through the searching procedure.I imagine to them it was a victory.

Career
criminals, that’s what they’re called.

To
some, this is a way of life.I know that
more than most.But not to me.I don’t deserve to be here.